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The beast is alive and prowling the high seas. As extremist Islamic pirates, armed and supported by a powerful Saudi terrorist, prey on civilian vessels in the Gulf of Aden, America aggressively answers with serious muscle -- a next-generation littoral warship with a full range of automated weapons systems that the enemy has dubbed Satans Tail. However, unforeseen technological problems combined with the suicidal tendencies of a fanatical foe mean support is needed from above -- and a pair of Dreamlands awesome Megafortresses and their Flighthawk escorts are dispatched to the war zone. But bitter professional rivalries threaten to damage, perhaps even destroy, the mission, as a vengeful opponent takes advantage of the disruption -- to strengthen his outlaw navy and set its sights horrifically high -- raising the stakes in a battle the U.S. and the world simply cannot afford to lose.

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DREAMLAND (Dreamland #1)

by Dale Brown, Jim DeFelice

first published June 1st 2001

THE MASTERS OF DREAMLAND

LT. Colonel Tecumseh Dog Bastian

Once one of the countrys elite fighter jocks, now Dog is whipping Dreamland into shape the only way he knows how with blood, sweat, and tears and proving that his bite is just as bad as his bark

Captain Breanna Bastian Stockard

Like father, like daughter. Breanna is brash, quick-witted, and one of the best test pilots at Dreamland. But she was prepared for the biggest test of her life: a crash that grounded her husband in more ways than one

Major Jeffrey Zen Stockard

A top fighter pilot until an accident at Dreamland left him paraplegic. Now, Zen is at the helm of the ambitious Flighhawk program, piloting the hypersonic remote-controlled aircraft from the seat of his wheelchair and watching whats left of his marriage crash and burn . .

Major Mack Knife Smith

A top gun with an attitude to match. Knife had two MiG kills in the Gulf War and wont let anyone forget it. Though resentful that his campaign to head Dreamland stalled, Knifes the guy you want on your wing when the bogies start biting

Major Nancy Cheshire

A woman in a mans world, Cheshire has more than proven herself as the Megafortresss senior project officer. But when Dog comes to town, Cheshire must stake out her territory once again or watch the Megafortress project go down in flames

Captain Danny Freah:

Freah made a name for himself by heading a daring rescue of a U-2 pilot in Iraq. Now, at the ripe old age of twenty-three, Freahs constantly under fire, as commander of the top-secret Whiplash rescue and support team and Dogs right-hand man

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Chapter One 1

Air Force High Technology Aerospace

Weapons Center (Dreamland), Nevada

10 October 1995, 0530 PDT

Gravity smashed against his heat so hard he nearly eased off on the stick. That would have been fatal the butt of Major Jeff Zen Stockard Strike Eagle was dancing across the boresight of a pursuing fighter at optimum cannon range. Stockards only hope was to yank and bank away, zigging and zagging in a wild twist across the desert sky, pulling between six and seven gs as he tried to escape. He tightened his fingers around the control stick and hung on.

Zen had done this a million times in fact, hed fought this very same dogfight on a simulator the day before. But that was then, this was now. The simulator could only approximate what the slashing maneuvers did to his body. His neck and shoulders especially the helmet he had to wear to control his remote escorts weighed more than forty pounds. The helmet used holographic imaging to provide enhanced optical and sensor views from both his plane and the escorts; its oval master view could be divided in half of quarters by voice command or the push of a button on his specially designed control stick. The skull bucket, with its onboard microprocessors, thick layers of LEDs, and retinascan circuits, was critical to his mission, but that was no comfort when the sudden slash of his maneuvers increased its weight exponentially. The F-15Es ACES II ejector seat had been modified to help support it, but Zen still worried that his head was going to snap right off his body as he pushed through the seven-g turn.

Even with normal gear, seven gs would have hurt. The cells in his pressurized suit worked against his body like a masseuses hands, fighting to keep his blood in place. But he was out at the edge of his endurance. Zens heart pounded violently in his chest as he rammed his F-15E Eagle back to the right, picking his nose up and then flailing back over in a barely controlled reverse dive.

Bitchin Betty the planes English-language audio warning system whined that he was about to become toast. Too many gs, too fat a target, too little airspeed.

It might also have complained about his housekeeping, for all the attention he paid to it.

Stockard pushed the nose around, gaining just enough momentum to miss his pursuers snap shot as he recovered. He had to hold on for at least another ten seconds before his escorts caught up. If he lasted that long, the fighter hunting him would have become the hunted.

If he didnt: toast.

Major Mack Knife Smith cursed as Stoackards Strike Eagle once more slid out of his targeting pipper without cuing the signal that meant hed splashed the SOB. If there had been real slugs in his F-15Cs M61A1 cannon, he was sure hed have nailed Stockard by now. Btu even though the laser designator had danced back and forth across the Strike Eagles left wing and fuselage, the computer-controlled SiCS, or Simulated Cannonfire Scorping system, refused to record a fatal hit.

Only reason for that, he decided, was that he was supposed to be profiling a Su-27, with its notorious inaccurate fire-control system. Had to be. That of someone had rigged the gear against him.

Knife tucked his Eagle down to follow Stockard into a rolling dive. Stockard was clever he was trying to get Knife to either speed up and fly right by him, or slow down enough to let the two Flighthawks catch up. The Flighthawk U/MF-3s were the purpose of this exercise. Flying as escorts controlled by Zen, the two robot aircraft were supposed to keep Knife from shooting down the Strike Eagle. The exercise was designed to push the miniplanes and their human commander to the limit.

Which was fine with Knife. As long as he nailed the SOB.

Stockards left wing slid downward, and the plane seemed to literally drop from the sky. Knife pushed his nose down before realizing what was going on. Zen was twirling through an invert as he dove, aiming to swoop off at close to ninety degrees. Knife had no choice now but to follow anything else would let the escorts catch up.

He matched the spin, catching a glimpse of one of the Flighthawks trailing him. He ignored it if he could see it, it wasnt in position to nail him, he decided and concentrated on Stockard, whose rear tail fins were disappearing below his HUD. Stockard was below ten thousand feet.

So much for the rules of engagement. Not that Knife would have let them stop him from winning either. But if was a relief that the other guy had ignored them first.

Stockards fantail sailed into Macks targeting pipper, and he pressed the trigger.

No good. Stockard pulled left just in time to duck the shot, recovering at eight thousand feet.

The g forces kicked up by the maneuvers tore Knife in all different directions; he felt like he was being pinched and pulled at the same time. A dark cloud began edging toward the corners of his eyes as he saw Zen flickering to the right. He pulled at the Eagles stick to follow, worrying in the back of his mind that the extreme maneuvers would flame the Eagles nearly unflammable engines.

And then he realized hed blown it.

Zen pushed his stick to level his wings, feeling for the plane with his arms and legs. Hed faked Smith out, but the rush of gravity was nearly too much; he felt his head starting to implode. If he were flying only the Strike Eagle hed be fine, but he had to guide the Flighthawks as well. Even with the computer guidance system carrying most of the load, it was too much work; his brain started caving under the physical and mental stress.

That was the point of all this, right? To find the limits?

Okay, he told himself, Im here, Im doing this. The bar the top of his visor screen flashed green. It meant one of his escorts was now within firing range.

Okay, he repeated to himself. Im home. All I have to do if flick my thumb down and enable the Flighthawk forward cams.

If Zen could do that, the heavy visor in his helmet would project two three-dimensional holograms in front of his eyes, each view projected from the nose of one of the U/MF-3s. Hed say Hawk One or Hawk Two, look directly at his target, select cannon, fire. End of exercise.

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